A few readers of my non-fiction work have told me they would like
me to try some non-fiction.  I have done a few other things as
experiments with other writers, but here's my first attempt at
doing something "solo."

As always, this is my work and all rights are reserved.

Like all writers I love feedback .  My email is twylamarie @
ymail.com.

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Bethany's Boobs

Bethany's boob came in quite suddenly.  When she left school as a
7th grader she was just another skinny-as-a-stick young girl, but
during the 10 weeks she and mom spent at the summer house, they
seemingly appeared out of no-where.

She had been given her first training bra the summer before, but
the garment had seemed to be something of a conceit.  The trip to
the mall was a bonding experience for her and moms, or at least
moms thought so.  Bethany considered it an almost horrifyingly
embarrassing incident right up there with when her mom felt the
need to explain tampons and menstruation. (Something she had
learned about thoroughly in her health classes two years before.)

If that trip had been bad, this was worse. This was summer and
her boobs coming in meant new bras, a new swimsuit and a new
evening dress for going out to dinner since her old one no longer
fit.  That was in July.  

By August the growth in her breasts had seemingly redoubled
and she literally flooded out of the bras on all sides and
there was no way she could wear that swimsuit out in public.  

In practically no time at all, her body had changed and she
had gone from nothing to a C cup bordering on a D and her hips
had taken on shape in a similar way.   For the remainder of the
summer she wore cutoffs and t-shirts when she swam and there was
another embarrassing trip to the small store in the little
village for new undergarments.

Her mom attributed the summer air and exercise for the blossoming
of Bethany and took it all in stride.  Bethany had a less easy
time of it as the kids on the beach took notice.

The street-wise New York girl asked if she was pregnant, and the
bitch from Boston said rude things about how it must all be
Kleenex though it most definitely wasn't as she could plainly see
when Bethany emerged from a swim in the cold lake waters.   Her
mousy summer friend from New Jersey asked first if she could see
them and then if she could touch them - which brought the whole
awkwardness and embarrassment thing to a whole new level.

The boys on the beach who had weeks ago gathered around Bethany
to play softball and tennis now treated her differently
completely.  She was now not a friend but a "girl" and not a
"girl" like your little sister.  There were some compliments
which she found she liked, and a few crude comments which she had
expected but they still hurt her feelings.  One boy touched her
boobs quite noticeably one day when they were all playing keep
away with a ball in the water which made her feel mad and
humiliated and after that she stopped playing the roughhouse
water games she had loved throughout her childhood.

As her shape continued to change she found herself retreating to
the safety and comfort of her family cabin, reading books and
generally getting under her mothers feet.   (Bethany had not
known this but each day while she was at the beach playing her
mom had a gentleman friend over for fun. A much younger man that 
would have been shameful to admit to Bethany.)Being at home caused 
griction with mom that Bethany had never experienced before. There 
was some arguing which she had never even thought to do with her
mom before and mom seemed very tense.  It seems that along with
her breasts she had grown up too.  Bethany was no longer a little
girl but a teenager now with all the petulance and attitude this
implies.

When the summer was through Bethany was thankful as the cabin had
become quite unpleasant though it had gotten better in the end. 
(She had taken to long walks in the forest alone to get away from
mom.  While the Bethany was away, the moms will play, and more
than once when Bethany returned home she found mom singing
happily in the shower washing away the spunk and stink of a
sexual escapade.)

Packing up to go at summers end, she was surprised that almost
none of her girlfriends dropped by to say goodbye but ALL of her
boy friends did.  She left the lakeshore happily thinking her odd
awakening awkwardness was now behind her.

Back at home, the subject of Bethany's new body again returned to
the forefront though thankfully there were built in buffers that
took some of the sting out of the change.  The season required a
pilgrimage to the mall for new school clothes, so the fact that
she no longer fit her old skinny body clothes was not a big
issue, and everyone looks different after the summer when they
return to school.

This isn't to say that Bethany and her new boobs didn't get
noticed, nor that they didn't change her life in many ways.   Her
PE class was now a bigger challenge as she now had to strap down
"the girls" before class in a heavy sports bra, and the boys took
notice of her in ways that were often uncomfortable.  Her school,
not in a very nice area of town, was a bit rough and some of the
gangster types took to saying very crude things to her as she
walked by, and for the first time ever she got a `catcall" from a
construction worker as she was walking by a job site.  (This was
something she thought only happened in stupid movies.)

Bethany was not comfortable with all these changes to her body. 

Though it could be said she had turned into something of a
voluptuous and attractive girl, she saw herself as lumpy and her
new body parts felt alien.  The new attention from boys was
strange and uncomfortable.

That all began to change one day when as she was masturbating
(something she had been doing since age 11) she happened to reach
up and pinch her own nipple, and in doing so realized that along
with the inflation there was new sensation.   It really felt
quite lovely.  She experimented a bit and found that manipulating
her nipples made them hard and quite sensitive to the touch.  Her
nipples stuck out like firm pencil erasers then and the area
around them became even more swollen and tactile.  Small
goosebumps created a ring around her nips and in general
everything became quite aroused.

She found quickly that playing with herself (a favorite nighttime
activity) had new dimension and was more fun.  Through self-love
she came to love her new body for the first time and this
emboldened her to other possibilities.



It was a weekend and Bethany was doing the weekend stay with her
dad. This had been going on for a long while now, so she had
friends at her dads house and dad and she had long ago developed
a relationship quite unlike her relationship with mom.  To be
blunt, while mom was more controlling, dad didn't really give a
shit.  Mom wanted clean bedrooms, lights out at 10, homework
first, and no boys.  Dad was only concerned that Bethany not get
into any trouble that would get him in trouble with the divorce
court.

Dad was watching the game ontv and Bethany wanted to go to the
stores a few blocks away to do some  shopping.  Dad, as always,
slipped her some money and sent her on her way.  (She had been
doing this since she was 10.  It was a nice neighborhood and lots
of people around. Quite safe really.)

Bethany got her $20 and went on her way and quickly found her way
into the urban mall.  Normally her first stop was the Pretzel
stand or the small video arcade, but today she found herself
looking at the clothes and she quickly fell in love with a blouse
she saw in a store window.

Bethany had never bought her own clothes before, and had little
idea what they cost.  She tried on the blouse, decided she just
had to have it, and then discovered the price was well outside of
what her father had given her.

Younger Bethany would have put the blouse back and perhaps have
pestered Dad to return to the store, but teenage Bethany had a
better idea.  She slipped her sweatshirt over the blouse, put her
old shirt on the hanger and put it back on the rack, and quickly
made her way out of the store.

Shoplifting is not that easy these days, and Bethany was quickly
surrounded by a plain clothes detective and a uniformed mall cop,
and then shuttled into a small staircase, finding herself in a
small office quickly where her crime the center of discussion.  
The plainclothes detective filled out a small form, admonished
her that she had been very stupid and was on her way leaving her
with the mall cop.

Bethany was, as you can imagine, quite terrified.  Dad would, of
course, be furious, and mom would raise hell that Bethany had
been alone at the mall, and that was terrible enough.  Who knew
what horrors awaited with the police and what that whole mess had
in store.

And this is where Bethany learned yet another blessing that came
with her boobs.

The mall cop was a stereotypical mall cop in every way.  A quite
plain and pudgy middle aged man quite filled with his own power
to terrify a young girl and the authority given to him by the
thin badge he carried on his chest.  He clucked and he judged and
he did his best to make sure young Bethany knew she was in deep
trouble indeed.   The laws were clear, the punishment assured,
and her life was now ruined. No doubt of that.

Finally Bethany was given a chance to speak and began by crying
in humiliation and fear.   She would certainly give the blouse
back, and certainly pay for it and work at the store and whatever
it took to make amens.   Please, just please no arrest.  He had
heard it all before.

What made this different was Bethany and her boobs.  The
plainclothesman had asked her to take off her sweatshirt before
he had left so that it might be positively identified as store
property, and those breasts had made themselves noticed then. 

The cop knew then that other arrangements might be made to obtain
Bethany's release. It was in his mind, a perk of the job.

So came the delicate dance of how far could he push this. He
waited for Bethany to cry herself out and for the intensity of
the situation to grow.  Saying nothing to her made her fearful
and small.  When he felt the time was right he said just the
right thing.  "You will give the blouse back?"

The question was just a question - but Bethany took the cue.  She
stood and with little reluctance removed the blouse.  There was
humiliation at first, but she was not stupid.  Watching his eyes
watch her she got it and her first surge of power came. The
knowledge that her new big breasts held sway over this small man.

As she stood in her bra and blue jeans, she looked him in the eye
at first, letting him know a line had been passed. He returned
her gaze and the message that he knew this too.

The unspoken of it all was "and what are you going to do about
it."  And Bethany did not know.

In the end, the mall cop made the decision to "pat her down"
taking great time to make sure that nothing of value was hidden
in her bra or panties.  The roving of his hands was slow and
lecherous.

After that, sensing he had farther to go, he asked her to remove
her clothes which she would not do.

Threats were made and other lines were drawn.

The first demand of the cop for oral sex she did not even really
understand, simply knowing that there was no way she was having
sex with this man, but in the end he opened his zipper and
exposed his penis and then wrapped her hand around it and his
around hers.

As he taught Bethany to tug on him, his other hand roved her
young body.  All pretense this was about something legal was gone
so his hands were rough and eager.  Twice the fingers dove to her
belt line and twice she resisted ,  this being a deal killer in
her mind.   Eventually, he actually removed her bra and Bethany
seemed to understand the desired rhythm with her stroking so he
was free to poke and play with them with both of his hands.  He
seemed satisfied.

In the end, Bethany was given a much better understanding of the
male anatomy than her prior internet searches had provided and a
Kleenex to clean her hand.  The cop zipped, up and took two
photos - one of her in her sweatshirt and one without - and she
was warned that if there was ever a next time her ass was his. 

Then with a pat on the butt and a final squeeze of her boob she
was shown the door.

For some girls, this event might be seen as a humiliation and
perhaps even traumatic.  Bethany was more buoyant than that and
in fact had perhaps the exact opposite view.  It wasn't hard to
realize that she had been in serious trouble and that her new
boobs had saved the day.  She went back to dads house and into
her room, then stripped naked and looked at herself in the full
length mirror that was mounted behind the door.  She was still
not used to the "new" Bethany, and yet again examined herself and
decided that yes, she had developed a body like the ones the boys
liked in the porn pictures she saw on their Tumblr sites.

She found herself amused by this ,then aroused, and in the end
actually masturbated to her own image in the mirror which made
her feel both empowered and slightly odd.   (She had never even
thought of boys in an especially sexual way, so the idea that she
was masturbating to a woman's body - even her own - seemed
slightly gay.)

She got dressed, went down and watched the rest of the game with
dad, and generally went back to her routine of being the weekend
daughter in the visitation mode.

Back in school the next week, she found she carried herself
differently. The crude comments of the local hoods were met with
an attitude of "you wish" instead of "why are you picking on me."
She shed the sweaters and sweatshirts and left her blouse open a
button or two.  While in class her teacher stopped to look at her
paper during a test and when she looked up to acknowledge him his
eyes refocused on the view down her blouse for just a second. 
When their eyes met again he was the shy one and she found her
power with him.

This was going to be fun she thought to herself, but she didn't
quite realize that the power might come at a price.

(end of part 1)